by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 13, 2009 | poetry |
I spent any free minute I had yesterday looking for a poem to go along with this picture. This morning, when I found the poem, I knew I’d been looking for the wrong thing. It was a poem to go along with how I was feeling that I’d wanted. Perhaps the...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 1, 2008 | poetry |
Sunny and cold. The long, December shadows of bare trees run far away from the woods. So begins Ted Kooser’s short poem, “December 1.” In the fall of 1998, as he was recovering from cancer, Ted Kooser, still six years away from being the thirteenth...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 27, 2008 | poetry |
Jane Hirshfield writes: Having eaten the pears. Having eaten the black figs, the white figs. Eaten the apples. Table be strewn. Table be strewn with stems, table with peelings of grapefruit and pleasure. Table be strewn with pleasure, what was here to be done...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 27, 2008 | journeys, poetry, the day |
Pine Mountain Trail Pine Mountain, Georgia October 26, 2008 23 miles 11hours, 7 minutes The day grew light, then dark again– In all its rich hours, what happened? from Apple by Jane Hirshfield Given Sugar, Given...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 26, 2008 | journeys, poetry |
Today, Sunday, October 26th, I’m walking. It’s a day in the woods. An autumn ritual (because of spring snakes). A 23-mile hike, which last year took 11 hours. We choose the date by trying to maximize the chance of cool weather with enough daylight...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 26, 2008 | life, poetry |
One of my favorite poems is “Otherwise” by Jane Kenyon. It begins “I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.” For the complete poem, please go to http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/050.html. “Otherwise” first...
